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F*ck a hundred keep a thousand said that you my friend Half these people faking they won't be here till my last Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case Too cold won't fold no I won't say Truth told phone call it ain't your voice Phone home you gone it ain't no way Heart cold we standin' on business Heart broke we killin' his wishes Five goals we get it then split it My dawg we ballin' no piston You get some money do nun for your family your homies you look after women F*ck one hundred keep that shit a million I'm just like rasta Smell that cancer its plenty All them people making comments bout my homie they scary They ain't really bout none Know they sweet like some candy Get pulled over you ain't leavin' why the f*ck you got hemis And her luv it made me sick because its f*ck all my feelings You want none to do with me I'm on my way to the ceiling Bitch you know that we fill it guarantee he ain't healin' And one second you chillin' the next second you bleedin' Get some dead faces got the money on my mind She a free agent know that she was never mine Half these people faking on the low they choosin' sides Stack it up and save it spend that money you could die Told 'em bitches don't you speak on bro ain't speaking my lingo You ain't seen nobody bleed because I know that you been fold Take it back to the sender y'all be dissin' you been told All my homies some spenders get you knocked with your kindfold F*ck a hundred keep a thousand said that you my friend Half these people faking they won't be here till my last Hear them sirens would you hit the pedal do the dash Man that lil bitch playin' with my head I'm so exhausted Know that we all bleed the same we make you feel them losses Why my brother so addicted sippin' out the faucet Who the f*ck you think you is better play with caution Woah oh woah oh that's a closed case Too cold won't fold no I won't say Truth told phone call it ain't your voice Phone home you gone it ain't no way
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